Stoic and aloof
Caught up in a catapillar of a mess
I pine for my heart to be rust proof
I think your perfect. but I don't mean to digress
My family is loosing all of it's leaves
In an attempt to discover inner peace
Familial groans and grieves
As my future lyes in a crease
I don't have to drive
But I suppose this is the golden age
You took my heart and revived
I suppose I must learn how to engage
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